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A Tragedy Unfolds (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Chris couldn't deny enjoying the scene, and it was another demonstration of her being abnormal for an alpha, especially a Chaumont. She had never been as insatiable or dominant as the rest of her family... Even Clara who was considered mild among them had been known as a player in her time and had a lot of self-confidence, even if the woman was so dedicated to Anna that it was clear who had the power between them. Chris on the other hand had been affected deeply by her trauma, and while she was extremely charismatic and talented, she had also been stuck on Caitlyn her entire life. She had never loved anyone else, and while lust had led her eyes to various places, she hadn't had the experiences considered normal for an alpha of her position, strength, and popularity. She didn't even feel all that dominant, her wolf being more docile. She wanted things, the primal aspect was entirely in tact, but she was lesser in those regards. So when she watched Alex... She couldn't help but be jealous, almost as much as she was turned on. Her friend was gorgeous, she had known that, but watching her take Tessa opened the inexperienced Alpha up to an enlightening sight. They were both alpha, Chris was even a pureblood, but Alex was leagues away.

Cait's reaction to her had been improving over the time they spent dating, more than anything it became less and less awkward and unusual. Chris, fortunately, had realized her feelings early. It didn't stop her from seeing Cait as her sister, and she was a diligent sister in most regards, but for her there had been an undercurrent of longing and attraction. Most would call it sick she was sure but the heart was not an easy body part to keep in check, when it wanted something or someone it was best to just listen. Of course Chris didn't notice the drastic change in Cait immediately when they kissed, she was so turned on that a little jump would have been difficult for her to comprehend at that point, but she did open her eyes, surprised, when a soft tongue slipped out from Caitlyn's tiny mouth. Chris immediately moaned, a small noise but one of content, the alpha slowly dragging Caitlyn to her and into her lap, then letting her arms wrap around the young alpha and returning the kiss clumsily but passionately. Her own tongue played with Cait's, slowly growing towards lustfully entangling with her girlfriend's soft tongue. It felt incredible, but Chris couldn't help but take tiny glances at Alex and Tessa, already having grown wet with desire, her own delicious scent entangling with the smell of sex.

As the kissing deepened Chris became more and more aware of Caitlyn, hands starting to roam, squeeze and admire the gorgeous woman. Caitlyn was small and delicate, but she was one of the most beautiful women Chris had ever seen in her life. She was worth every hardship. As she let affectionate thoughts take over she redoubled her efforts, adapting at a rapid pace to get a sense of how to kiss properly, getting better at a noticeable rate, and somewhere in the process she had laid back, back on the floor and Caitlyn on top of her, a position she gave mostly for convenience sake, but also to give her sister all the control over how far they went. For now it was just kissing but she had laid in a place they could still see the pumping thrusts Alex was delivering to their breathtaking doctor.

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Tessa wanted to scold Alex for biting her but she instead chuckled, nuzzling at her lover and letting the annoyance of hiding the marks at school go. She would be proud of the mark but it did no good to let people see, though really if someone got mad that she was with a student she could just quit, she had no real reason to stay now that she finally caught her wolfie. Besides, her selfish request to get fucked harder with onlookers was clearly more ridiculous than Alex marking her, so as she convinced her lovely alpha to continue she grinned. Tessa had never thought about being watched before but she had to admit a certain attraction to the two little onlookers, Chris and Cait being not only gorgeous but clear beginners, and both had a strong connection to Alex. Might as well show them what a real fucking was, Alex was amazing after all and it didn't take long for her to have Tessa crying out in unimaginable pleasure. "Oh fuuuuuck!" She screamed, body trembling as the near painful thrusting threw her off the edge and she climaxed, every limb throwing itself around Alex, asking for more while nails dug in to her back. Her moans filled the room, exquisite, intoxicating moans from the mage, who quickly hugged herself to Alex and rode out the chaining orgasms that came after as best she could, even if her moans and whines made it clear she was unable to control any part of it. It was mind numbing really. It even brought a thought, that Tessa would need to bring people to watch more often if it led Alex to be so rough.
 
Descended from Siberian wolves, Alex's pedigree was full of wild, strong, aggressive beasts. Bloodlines and surnames didn't matter to wolves who were trying to scrape by in harsh conditions; beta or Alpha, if you were able to protect a mate, care for a family, and survive the cold then you got to breed, it was as simple as that. Unfortunately, such lack of refinement when it came to marriage proposals and courtship marked Alex, and Eastern European (and some Asian) wolves in general, as 'barbarians'. She would never in a million years be able to breed with a Chaumont, Windsor, or Koenig...which was probably just as well, all those families were too snooty for her liking and would probably never let her fuck them on the kitchen counter like Tessa would. Don't get her wrong, she loved Chris as a best friend, but saw the Alpha as a 'only has sex in the bedroom' sort of girl...and a 'you have to submit to me because I'm a Chaumont' type of top.

Bloodlines weren't a good enough reason for submission in Alex's mind. The girls that she had slept with in the past had all yielded to the young artist's will because they knew that Alex would take care of them, that if they did what the Alpha wanted, they would get immense amounts of pleasure in return. Their submission had nothing to do with her surname and everything to do with her competency and trustworthiness. Tessa had seemed to pick up on that right away and had given up control quickly...though did fight Alex from time to time still, a trait that the wolf actually found to be quite the turn on. The clever mage was a good match for her, especially now, as she wielded Alex's wildness against her in order to get the rough pounding that she had been craving. Alex had been holding back every time they had had sex so far, despite the mage's insistence that she could handle an adolescent werewolf in bed...but now the young wolf couldn't possibly hold back, even if she tried. Tessa was putting on a show, spreading her legs and arching her back, letting everyone else see her gorgeous, totally exposed body. It drove Alex's wolf insane with jealousy. Her mate wasn't even properly marked! One little bruise on the neck did not a piece of property make. And so she dragged Tessa forward again, her thrusts becoming shorter though no less violent as she brought the mage within reach of her mouth. Once her lover was close enough she bit down onto her shoulder, practically snarling as she forced down her own orgasm in favor of focusing on dragging Tessa into hers.

"Every inch, take every inch..." Alex growled as she forced the large, thick dildo as deep as she could as Tessa trembled and came undone around her, the intense urge to knot her mate and breed her bitch had been drawn out of her, both ideas insane for a female wolf to have and yet there they were. The dominant wolf wanted Tessa to be hers completely, and what would have been more complete than cumming inside of her and having the mage carry her pups? It was physically impossible, but that didn't keep Alex's wolf from acting out the fantasy, staying buried inside of Tessa as though they were tied together with a knot and only rolling her hips in order to rub the base of the toy against both their clits. With another growl and another bite to Tessa's shoulder, Alex was there, finally hitting her peak, her hips giving a few desperate, uneven jerks as she came. As the girl slowly came down from her high, she tried to regain her breath and some of her stamina. Alex's wolfish mind could not comprehend the intimate act of kissing at the moment. Instead, she showed her affection by nipping along Tessa's jawline and at her earlobe. Sometimes she would bite and lick at the mage's neck, all the while scenting her and taking comfort in the familiar smell that belonged to her lover.

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Chris had been Caitlyn's first everything, so the younger girl was nervous about deepening their kiss because she didn't have a ton of practice to draw from. She had made out with Alex a few times in the short period they had been dating, and the older girl had been very patient in guiding Caitlyn to kiss better...but she still felt clusmy and never knew what to do with her tongue or where to put her hands. Chris seemed to be just as unpracticed as she was though, which was actually a huuuuuggeeee relief because kissing Alex had always felt a little intimidating...alright so maybe -very- intimidating... With her big sister it was less scary; they were learning what the other one liked together. And as their tongues kept playing and their hands roamed with more purpose, things started to feel more natural. It also helped that sweet moans and the scent of sex were in the air, both stimuli got Caitlyn more into the liplock as her body became more aroused. Chris was only turning her on further as she laid down and let Caitlyn perch ontop of her, feeling curves and muscle press firmly into her lighter, more delicate body was turning the young wolf on a lot more than it probably should.

As Tessa's moans grew louder and more frequent, and the sound of Alex's hips slapping into the mage's thighs grew more uneven and desperate, Caitlyn couldn't help but break the kiss with Chris to catch a breath and curiously watch. By the time she looked over, Tessa's entire body was shaking as she clung to Alex while the young wolf forced the mage to orgasm again and again. It was mesmerizing, Dr. Reigns seemed to be entirely lost to pleasure as her young werewolf lover kept her in a cycle of climax after climax. Just the sight of the two lovers together had Caitlyn growing hotter and wetter than she already was, to the point where the younger girl was squirming uncomfortably ontop of her big sister. "Chris..." Caitlyn whispered as she turned her full attention back to her big sister. "Do you think, maybe we could go back to the living room...?" Even though her core was throbbing and her body ached for the touch of her girlfriend, Caitlyn knew that she wasn't mentally there yet. But still...maybe she could ease the pressure between her legs and still include Chris somehow once they were in private again.
 
Chris was so turned on she didn't know what to do with herself. On one hand she wanted to let her hands roam further, to more intimate locations on Caitlyn's body, and to never stop kissing the young alpha. She knew that wouldn't be such a good idea, the last thing she was looking to do was force Cait into something she wasn't comfortable with. The next alternative was to touch herself. Just thinking about Caitlyn would get Chris wet, and with the two of them making out it was only more so. Combine the intimacy with the passionate scene between two gorgeous women and it had become almost impossible to completely control herself, even if she had enough presence of mind not to make a sudden move on Caitlyn. Then even the kissing stopped, and she snapped from her fantasies back to reality, wanting desperately for the kiss to continue, though she was already panting. The only thing that stopped her from whining was following the trail of her sister's eyes, going towards Tessa and Alex, and watching they both make love in a way that put hardcore porn to shame. It was such a spectacle that at one point Chris couldn't help but think she wouldn't mind being on either side of it. After all, she had a dominant flame, but pleasure was pleasure and Tessa looked like she was in heaven.

Chris turned her head back and looked at Caitlyn as her adorable voice begged for attention, a desperate plea being all Chris needed for the urge to protect and please to surge forward. She immediately nodded, a small smile touching her face to try and comfort her horny little minx. Of course Cait's words were a bit misleading, going somewhere private, but Chris held her expectations as she fully intended to take things as slow as her girlfriend needed. So Chris grunt slightly as she used exceptional muscle strength to get up from the floor while holding Caitlyn the entire time, picking up the girl like a princess once she rose to her feet, another charming smile touching her face, and with one last look towards the closing scene between Alex and Tessa she moved towards the living room. In her mind there was no way the other two didn't know they had been watching, after all their smells and voices hadn't been as subtle as they could have been. Not that it mattered, her and Caitlyn had been watching hungrily, why hide it or dread them knowing... It was a turn on, and probably seemed like a better idea than it was to the Chaumont girl after a near lifetime of sexual frustration.

Once in the living room she sat Caitlyn down and took her seat as well, separated by her sister by some space, but not much. At first she sat there, leaning in and taking another passionate kiss, but not making it last as long as the last. "Cait..." She murmured, her body aflame with desire. It took a few minutes of awkwardness but after some time she finally just made herself comfortable enough, and while never taking her eyes off of Cait, began to finger herself, small moans drifting from her gorgeous lips. It was a bit off, and not exactly what she had expected to do that night, but without making a move on Caitlyn she didn't think the girl would appreciate it seemed like the only way to get any pleasure, and she had a feeling her girlfriend was in just as much need as her... Perhaps she would do the same, and Chris couldn't help but show a spark of interest at that prospect, even moving her right hand over to hold Caitlyn's left, letting her left hand do all the work for her pleasure.

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By the end of Alex's brutal thrusting Tessa was panting and doing her best just to take it, holding on to her lover tightly and ignoring the pain of powerful teeth sinking in to her flesh. Eventually it slowed, affection was shown, but by that point she was a panting, whimpering mess. She had been satisfied past any prior experience, and it almost pissed her off that the most talented lover she had ever been with was the brat she watched grow up. It mainly pissed her off because it made her think of the countless women Alex must have seduced before being her lover, and while Tessa wasn't so jealous, not even enough to discourage onlookers, she did feel bitter based on sheer volume. Little slut, she chuckled to herself, leaning in and dragging Alex's earlobe with her teeth, giving a clearly human growl before pressing lips against the wolf's ear, hot breath and honeyed voice taking turns. "Don't let it go to your head, but I think you just took the number one spot away from the other women I've been with." She grinned, giving the young alpha some praise as she considered possible ways to make it even better. It seemed impossible, she was so satisfied it hurt, but she had heard of some magic that could possibly make it more fantastic than it already was. That was a topic to consider on a different night however.

Instead of searching her brain for different ways to make mind blowing sex more intense she finally relaxed in Alex's arms and let some of her weight lean back. With a sigh of relief she began to grin. "Hey, you have some naughty friends you know. They watched until near the end and then hurried off together." She grinned, having been more aware of them than Alex could have been given her position. "Want to go return the favor and see what they are doing?" She sounded like a child with a bad idea, mischief sparkling in her eyes. This was only possible due to the fact that Tessa was eccentric in her own way and didn't mind having ridiculous ideas, and had already cast a spell or two to help recover their fatigue so she could walk. Fortunately mental and physical fatigue were two entirely different things. It was still up to Alex, she wasn't so keen on watching the two girls she would irritate Alex, but it sounded fun after being watched, and they really were two gorgeous young women... Okay, so maybe Tessa felt like a pervert, but it didn't stop her from being curious.
 
(Skkkkiiiiiiiipppppppiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg all the sex scenes)

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Brrrzzzt. Brrrzzzt. Brrzzzt.

Jocelyn grumbled as her phone vibrated on her nightstand, drawing the exhausted wolf out of her sleep. With a soft grunt, she untangled herself from a sleeping Michelle, giving the other girl a soft kiss on the cheek before swiping her phone off the table to answer it. "Mrrrph...hello?" Jocelyn croaked, her vocal cords were still a little damage from all the screaming she had done the night before.

["DID I REALLY RAISE A FUCKING MORON?!?!?!"]

"Ow, geeze, mom, that's my ear!" The wolf hissed as her mother continued to yell something entirely unintelligible. She pushed the phone away from her ear and cranked down the volume. "Mom, calm down, it's early, I can't-"

["EARLY!?!?!?] Mara bellowed in outrage. It was noon! ["Get your ass out of bed right fucking now and get the mail."]

Maybe if her mother hadn't been screaming, Jocelyn would have argued. But with a sigh she untangled herself from Michelle and stiffly walked out of her bedroom, down the hall, through the living room, and over towards the front door of the apartment. Sure enough, there was mail...well not really mail so much as a magazine...and not so much as a magazine as a trashy tabloid. When she saw the headline, she quickly paled.

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree! was scrawled across the front page in giant block letters. Underneath the heading was two pictures: one of her and Michelle stumbling into the Town Car after last night's dance, both girls looking rather disheveled with a censor bar across Jocelyn's chest (but her dress had never even come off!) and another picture that was of her mother, much younger, and a man that had to be Michelle's father. Is Party Girl Jocelyn Marrok Fit to Run Lykos Industries? "Oh God..."

["Oh God is right."] Mara was seething in rage. Seeing that picture of her and Michael had set her off. Having her daughter behave foolishly just added fuel to the flames of her fury. ["How many times have I told you to be careful?! Hmm?! AND WERE YOU DRINKING LAST NIGHT?!?!"] Mara had taken another look at the picture. The censor bar she knew had just been jammed in there to make the image look more scandalous...but the way Jocelyn leaned on Michelle, the way the two seemed tilted and swaying even in a still image provoked the old wolf even more. ["I swear, when I get home and get my hands on her..."]

"Mom it wasn't her fault! She didn't get me drunk. She didn't take advantage of me. I think the punch at school was spiked..."

["Why do I send you there if the staff is too incompetent to even keep a punch bowl safe?!"] Mara pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling even more annoyed because she was powerless to do anything about any of this right now. Arlann was being all understanding and bullshit...which meant that Mara wasn't allowed to go home and wring Michelle's neck for making her daughter do stupid things. ["Grrrr...you are lucky your mother loves you so much... We aren't going to cut our trip short, so I guess Michelle gets to live for another 2 days before I can kill her. But that doesn't mean the two of you can fuck around all weekend. You are going to call Erica and tell her to get in touch with the Enquirer and threaten to sue the shit out of them if they don't pull that issue. Remind her that you're a minor and they're making it look like child porn."]

Jocelyn breathed a little sigh of relief. It was nice to know that her mother wasn't driving straight over here to kill Michelle for no reason.
 
Arlann was smiling softly from behind Mara, nuzzling the back of her neck and wrapping her arms around the wolf's waist. While she was sure her gorgeous wife was enough of an adult to keep her promise and not immediately run back home to strangle their daughter's girlfriend, a little encouragement still felt like the safe bet. Besides, she liked her big strong wolf when she was a bit angry, they always had the best sex then... And she was sure Mara wasn't going to let her off so easily, not when she was still annoyed and could only blame her for being reasonable. "Good girl." She said in a purposefully irritating manner, nipping at Mara's ear and squeezing tightly from behind. "Just remember what it was like at her age, and that she loves Michelle, and that if you act like an insane person and murder her first real love that she'll never speak to you again." While she made it sound like a joke it wasn't meant to be only funny, it was also the truth. After all, Jocelyn may have gotten her pain in the ass personality from Arlann, but she took stubbornness straight from Mara.

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Michelle wasn't at all happy when things changed. Under normal circumstances the slightest change was enough to make her complain, when it came to the space next to her suddenly being empty... She was a whining, grouchy mess. The moment Jocelyn moved she was grumbling, slowly returning from the lovely realm of dreams and not feeling fucking hungover to the much less pleasant reality. Each second that brought her closer to being awake also brought with it a pounding headache and further realization that the space next to her that was supposed to be occupied by Jocelyn, was empty. That was unacceptable. Her hand moved around while her eyes remained closed, searching for either Jocelyn or a warm pillow to fill the void... She found neither. Apparently it was hard to find things without opening your eyes, and the moment her lids popped open she had a hateful glare plastered on her face.

Under the best circumstances Michelle was a brat. She wanted what she wanted, she was a real pain in the ass, and she didn't hesitate to give lip or complain to show her disapproval if those conditions weren't met. Fortunately, Jocelyn seemed to love her, and found the incessant personality flaw adorable, most of the time. The moment she woke up she was in full brat mode, making a whining sound that was exaggerated to the point of attention seeking, and rolling out of bed with a huff. While these actions didn't help her own hangover, the missing Jocelyn, and the task of making it clear she was unsatisfied, were much more important than the pounding headache, the sore body, and the sting as she realized her contacts were still fucking in. "God damn it..." She cursed, moving her seemingly led filled feet over to the door and turning her head, looking towards the direction of Jocelyn... And then the bathroom. With an irritated huff she stomped off to the bathroom, she could bitch at Jocelyn in a bit.

It didn't take long, not to realize she looked like hell. Whatever had happened the night before, seeing as she could remember maybe half of it, had left her looking wild, to put it nicely. She immediately pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, not even wanting to be seen looking such a mess, even if Jocelyn had been the one to do it to her. So she quickly cleaned up, returning her hair to a not hideous state, removing her contacts and grabbing her glasses, and doing her best to not feel like she had been hit by a truck. The most important part, the contacts, because fuck them and everything they represented after a night of having them in... They could burn in hell... And Jocelyn seemed to like her glasses, and was the only fucking person allowed to see her in them looking all dorky as hell. With a final huff she turned and left the bathroom, a little less annoying but enough to catch sight of Jocelyn and growl slightly, "Why did you get out of bed so early?!" Yeah, noon was early, fuck convention.
 
Mara was tempted to throw her phone into the wall in order to shut it off, she was just so damn irritated. Private schools and tutors and lessons and internships and every other fucking thing under the sun were given to her daughter in order to give her an edge in the business world, and this is what she did?! Tarnish her image before she even inherited the company?!?! Mara was practically seething by the time she was finished with her phone call and Arlann wasn’t helping one bit with her ‘good girl’ bullshit. “Grrr…how can you be so calm right now?!?!” The old wolf growled, absolutely in no mood for her wife’s teasing. And that made this whole mess all the worse! Her and her wife were supposed to have a wonderful weekend away at a spa. Mara was dressed in nothing but a fluffy robe, ready to go get a massage with Arlann, and now they would have to cancel because she knew if she saw anyone touching her naked wife she would explode. Usually she could handle other people looking at Arlann or touching the mage if she had given permission for that to happen…but right now she was so pissed at Jocelyn’s incompetence that the slightest thing would probably send her into a rampage.

“Pfftt, that she loves her.” Mara rolled her eyes. “Jocelyn will get tired of her in the same way that she gets tired of all the others.” While she had to admit that this was one of Jocelyn’s longest relationships, she still wasn’t convinced that the stray was love material. But she knew that Arlann was right…even though it was painful to concede to her lover when she was right. Mara had gotten into way more trouble than Jocelyn had at that age…but in all fairness, Mara had had no parents to guide her.

Of course Arlann could never let her be mad and sulk like a normal person. Arlann had to poke at her until she exploded. And now she poked, saying that murdering Michelle would be acting like a crazy person….so of course Mara exploded because she didn’t like to be called crazy. “It’s not insane to wish death upon the girl who is undoing everything I have done to prepare our daughter! That stray is going to have Jocelyn commit social suicide, and then what?! No one will have faith in my decision to hand down the company to our reckless daughter.” Mara bristled as she spoke, growing more angry as she continued to think about the repercussions of this matter. She turned around in Arlann’s arms, hoping her mate would see reason, hoping that she’d offer a little bit of comfort….but all she got was a smug smile. Guh, she hated this, hated that Arlann thought she was cute when she was angry. Everyone else in Mara’s life had backed down when they saw her furious, but not Arlann, for some reason her childhood friend thought it was cute the way her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed….maybe because she still saw the pouting teenager that Mara had once been.

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Jocelyn sighed as she hung up the phone, relieved that they had time still… Though she’d have to spend some of those hours figuring out who she would have to bribe so that the school didn’t call her moms on Monday and tell them that she had been fucking Michelle at the dance. Right now she could at least get some things done, she heard Michelle getting up but her girlfriend headed towards the bathroom to clean up rather than coming out into the living room to talk. So before the other girl could distract her, she called her mom’s lawyer and left a voicemail. She’d probably get a call back later but was hoping that she wouldn’t, it was the weekend after all.

By the time she was finished, Michelle was heading towards her, looking absolutely adorable in her glasses and the little pout that was creasing her face. She couldn’t help but grin at the sight: her big bad tattooed wolf was really a dork. “Ugh…I don’t want to talk about it…but since you asked…” Jocelyn sighed, so much for ravishing her cute, hungover nerd this morning. She flipped the magazine in her hand over so that Michelle could see the front page. “Mom is about ready to kill you…she thinks you’re a bad influence on me, but I don’t think she really will. I think she kinda likes you.” Jocelyn tried to offer her girlfriend a reassuring smile as she moved closer to her and leaned up to kiss her lightly on the tip of the nose. “Go back to bed grumpy pants.” Then, as if finally noticing that Michelle did look a little like hell. “Actually…you should probably have some water and some food. You were reaaaalllyyy drunk last night.” Jocelyn snickered at the memory of Michelle nearly falling all over the place with every step they took to the car at the end of the night. Jocelyn herself had been a little drunk, but nowhere near as bad as Michelle. “How would my cute lightweight like some pizza? I think we still have some leftover in the fridge…then we can shower and climb back into bed. Okay?”
 
Arlann could only giggle lightly when Mara tried to use the 'I'm big and scary' look on her. It was as if Mara hadn't noticed how little that did to her at all, and was almost a bit insulting when Arlann thought about it. After all, the mage had been in love with Mara for so long, and in all their years together Mara had never truly hurt her or done anything more than blow smoke. Okay, there was that one time she had basically been tortured, but even then there was more sexual tension and longing feelings than hatred. So when Mara got furious she was more amused and busy thinking how precious her angry wolf was to be bothered cowering in fear like the other morons around her wife. Though... Everyone in their circle was a bit dismissive of Mara's anger by now, even Sammie showed few signs of getting scared, no doubt because Arlann would instantly jump down Mara's throat for getting angry at their cute little bunny of a lover.

"If you're curious I'll enlighten you my love. I'm calm because you were a million times worse. I'm also a bit biased, because when you were showing up all over the place I always wished I were the one plastered on there with you... And I guess we have been a couple of times... But still! It's just them being kids, and if people can't understand that then their opinions on whether she can run the company or not shouldn't matter, idiots are idiots." Arlann couldn't help it, even if she had to make shit up she would defend her daughter, but luckily in this case she wasn't. In her mind, if people were too stupid to realize kids did dumb things in the name of love and lust, then their insight into humanity was lacking and they had no right to speak about business, because business had a major human element. Maybe it was stretching it a bit, people were unreasonable whiners after all, but she believed in her daughter and even in Michelle... She was started to feel like she had two children in recent days. "Besides, you've been saying Jocelyn would grow tired of Michelle since the beginning and you've been dead wrong the entire time. Not to mention you're the one who ultimately let her stay in the apartment."

Arlann paused for a moment when Mara turned around and tried to change her mind once more, only to smile a few moments later. "Just admit it Mara, Michlle might as well be part of our family at this point. The annoying second child neither of us really wanted... I mean she lives in our home, she eats our food, we constantly worry about her and get angry over trivial things, you started a fund for her to go to school with that money... And our daughter loves her. Try looking at me with a straight face and calling her a stray, because that means all of our attention has left her that way and that would make me AND you failures." At this point Arlann knew she would irritate Mara but she didn't hold back, Michelle really had become part of their family whether they wanted her to or not, it was like they had a second daughter... Who slept with their actual daughter... Yeah it was fucking weird but she liked to think about the positive and ignore the decisions she and her wife had made as parents.

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Michelle already had a pounding headache but the moment she was handed the magazine her head finally exploded. "What the fuck!" She shouted, hurting her own head in the process but glaring at the picture with a seething anger regardless. If Mara knew... Oh god... Oh fuck... She was so fucking dead. She went from the picture back to Jocelyn with a look full of astonishment, one that soon slipped into a nervous smile. "Kind of likes me my ass. Your mom is going to skin me alive and hang me from the balcony." She shuddered, already praying that Arlann could keep Mara from actually strangling her, no stranger to how the relationship between Jocelyn's parents worked. It went something like, Mara would see something, become irate, scream and yell, and then either A, carry out said threat, or B, Arlann would come stop her with soothing words or distracting taunts. Only the mage could stop Mara's fury, even Jocelyn was practically helpless before her wrath, much less Michelle.

The only small comfort was that Jocelyn didn't seem as panicked as one would expect, allowing Michelle to play down Mara's rage in her own mind. It wasn't like she had many choices anyways, stay and take whatever came her way, or run and be tired when Mara found her. Either way the end would be the same, except if she hid from it Mara would be pissed by the time judgement was carried out. "Ugh, fucking hell." She sighed, tossing the magazine away and reaching forward to pull Jocelyn in close, a glint appearing in her eye as she looked at the beautiful wolf in her arms. "Your cute little lightweight?" She raised an eyebrow but couldn't be stopped with the teasing remark, instead leaning down and kissing Jocelyn rather passionately for someone with a major hangover. It was only when it ended that she made it clear she had a different idea for their day. "Since I'm going to die soon, and this will be one of my last days... I'm thinking... Cold pizza of course, the shower together without a doubt, and then you and me spend the entire day like rabbits." She grinned, head still hurting and body sore as hell but determined to spend her last bit of time on earth doing what she loved, or who she loved, they both worked. "If you're lucky I'll even keep on the glasses" she added, a playful grin on her face. She really did love Jocelyn, and she truly expected to die the moment Mara walked back into the apartment.
 
"She's not going to skin you...and she's -definitely- not going to hang your pelt from the balcony...that would just be tacky." Though, she might hang up your pelt in her office... Jocelyn tried to reassure her lover, even though she was only 80% sure that her mother wouldn't skin the other girl alive. Skinning seemed like a messy process anyways, Mara would probably do something that wouldn't require so much clean up afterwards.... Besides, as much as her mother carried on about having a stray in the house, she did go out of her way to do things like give Michelle an allowance for food and clothes (an allowance that didn't come out of her girlfriend's college fund), picked up food that Michelle would like from the store, and begrudgingly allowed Michelle to be included in their 'family night' where all of her mothers' lovers would come over with their children and they would play a board game or watch a movie or something. There was plenty of evidence to suggest that Mara Marrok didn't hate the stray mongrel in her house as much as she pretended to! ...and even if she did, Arlann was around to tighten the big bad wolf's leash and keep her from mauling Michelle. "Just...don't show her you're scared, okay? Mom's pretty in tune with her wolf and a coward is not something she'll tolerate in a potential mate for me. Not that you're a potential mate or anything...." Jocelyn blushed a little bit. Her and Michelle hadn't even really said 'I love you' yet and here she was talking about the future, a future she wasn't even sure she wanted, not at this age anyways.

When Michelle finally decided that it was no use worrying about what Mara would do when she got home and finaaalllllyyy pulled her into her arms, Jocelyn practically melted. She draped her arms around the taller girl's shoulders and accepted the kiss, lips curling into a smile as Michelle filled it with more fire than anyone who was suffering from a hangover should be able to. "Mmmm...speaking of doing it like rabbits, I'm pretty sure you're near your heat." Jocelyn nipped at Michelle's bottom lip and then moved to rest her head on the other girl's shoulder. Sure enough, she could smell the slight change in scent as she buried her face in Michelle's neck...thankfully it wasn't strong enough to make her jump Michelle right now, but it was a little bit distracting. "Mine's not for another week...mom already picked us both up some suppressors. I'm pretty sure yours aren't laced with poison." Jocelyn teased and then gave an affectionate nip over her girlfriend's pulse point. As crazy and aggressive as her mother could be, there was no way she'd poison someone...Mara Marrok liked to watch her opponent crumble in person and from her own hand.

Jocelyn had to force herself to stop nibbling on her lover's throat. Reluctantly she pulled away from the other girl, if they stayed so close together then they'd never get anything done and Jocelyn might just jump Michelle right here in the living room. She kept a little bit of distance between them during their breakfast of cold pizza and wings, knowing that Michelle needed the food if she wanted to get over her hang over, and knowing that she herself would need the energy so that she could claim her gorgeous dork over and over again for the rest of the day.
 
Michelle wasn't truly scared, because even if Mara tried to end her at some point she would do anything to be with Jocelyn... Like take a bullet and kill people without remorse. Yeah, Mara was scary in a way but not like people were thinking. The only reason Mara was scary to Michelle was because, as strange as it was, she wanted to impress the woman. Not just for Jocelyn either, though that was the major reason, but also because Arlann and Mara felt more like parents to her than her real ones ever had. It had taken awhile, but Michelle had started to understand what a real family was like and how comfortable it could be knowing people supported her. Even when she and Jocelyn did stupid shit Mara and Arlann were there, albeit yelling and chastising them. She couldn't remember being happier, until hearing the word mate. Michelle's face showed a bit of joy at the mention, a small smile gracing her features and her heart beating a million miles a minute. Mate... It wasn't something she had considered really, it was too much to hope for and she had always held on to a bit of fear that what they had wasn't quite at the level of serious. After all, Jocelyn had made her ambitions clear.

Michelle found herself lost in thought, even with the mention of her heat she was more concerned about something else and only nuzzled at her lover's neck and sighed softly. "Just remind me to take them, or don't... Could be fun to stay off them for a few days and let you take care of me." It wasn't uncommon for wolves to skip the suppressants every so often. They would lock themselves up with a lover and just go nuts, but it wasn't something you could do with responsibilities, at least not as easily. One could take the medication mid-heat but the effects were less, and if you tried to go out during the period it could cause a lot of trouble. Still, it would be fun to try, maybe not this next time but at some point. She could already imagine what a few days would be like with Jocelyn by her side and nearly endless fucking. It sent a shiver up her spine and had so many ideas racing that only the sight of food could bring her back down to reality, the rumbling in her stomach enough to make her blush and focus back in on reality... Fantasies could wait until later, hunger could not.

Even with food Michelle still seemed distracted, each bite and individual chew slowed by the mental process going on. The usually talkative and sarcastic Michelle was silent, and even an idiot would figure out something was going on, as to what it was anyone's guess with the ridiculous wolf. Maybe it was just the hangover finally kicking her ass. It wasn't until they both finished eating and Jocelyn stood up to take the plates that she showed signs of life, reaching up and grabbing Jocelyn's arm to pull her into her lap. "Hey Jocelyn... I was thinking..." She spoke in a much softer tone than usual, a serious note in her voice as her hands wrapped around Jocelyn's waist and kept her pulled in close. As her chin rested on her girlfriend's shoulder she took a deep breath, a bit of tension building as she fought the urge to keep her mouth shut and not say what she was about to say. In the end she took took one more deep breath and spoke, "Just because I've never said how I feel doesn't mean... Well it doesn't mean anything. I just... You're important to me... Okay?" She seemed nervous and rightfully so, stuck between a place of actually wanting to say she loved Jocelyn but not wanting to ruin the magical land of denial they had built themselves where they were still the average couple with average feelings. With all they had been through and with how close they were it was ridiculous to think that and yet for peace of mind neither took the initiative to clarify it aloud. Now that she had done something, even if it wasn't the exact words, Michelle felt awkward, but a happy kind of awkward.
 
“Yeah, I’m sure moms would love it if we skipped school for a few days just so we could mindlessly fuck.” Jocelyn smirked. As tempting as the idea was, she knew that Mara would kill them both if they skipped even a day of classes (which was total bullshit by the way; Mara didn’t like taking suppressants because she was too busy to remember to pop a pill every 8 hours, so she would just skip a WHOLE WEEK of work so that she could fuck Arlann. And then of course Jocelyn would get sent off to stay with her Aunt Sammie and Aunt Sylvia for the week.) This was Jocelyn’s 4th heat so skipping school under the guise of struggling with her urges wouldn’t be a valid excuse. Her mothers knew that she had a pretty decent handle of what it was like to go through it and her doctor had perfected her dose of suppressants so that she could fully function at school. Plus her scent wasn’t that distracting as long as she took two showers a day for that week.

“I’ll take care of you plenty this weekend, promise.” Jocelyn nipped at Michelle’s ear playfully, then took her by the hand to lead her over to the kitchen. She let her little hungover nerd take a seat at the table while she went to work preparing them two plates of food and plenty of water. Usually the pair of them would chatter while they ate, but Michelle was being oddly quiet this morning and Jocelyn was busy kicking herself for the mate comment earlier. She just….she wanted to be free. She would have the rest of her life to be chained down to the family business and a mate and pups and all that other crap…she just wanted to be free for now and enjoy herself.

Guh, commitment was dumb, and scary, but mostly dumb. She shook off thoughts of such things and got up after she was finished eating, moving to clear her plate and Michelle’s. Before she could do so though, the other girl gently grabbed her and pulled her into her lap. Jocelyn smiled, and immediately snuggled into Michelle’s lap. All of her nervousness about labels and commitment aside, she had to admit that she truly did feel happy in Michelle’s company. “What…?” She nuzzled a little bit at the other girl, starting to grow concerned as her lover turned serious. And that concern only turned to fear as Michelle started to get to her point. Please don’t say ‘I love you’. Please don’t say ‘I love you’. She cared about Michelle, yeah, but love was a big deal. Mara had taught her that it wasn’t a phrase to be tossed around lightly and Jocelyn had never said it to any of her exes before. She didn’t want Michelle to say it and then be in the awkward position of not saying it back.

‘You’re important to me’ was almost as bad as ‘I love you’…safer, but bad. The sentiment made her heart flutter in a way that she wasn’t used to and she shifted a little bit in Michelle’s lap, not quite sure what to say or do. She bit her bottom lip and took a moment to really process the words. She liked Michelle, liked her a lot, she’d miss the other girl if she were gone and always looked forward to her company…she supposed that meant that the other girl was something important to her as well. “You’re important to me too…” It was clear that Jocelyn was nervous repeating the sentiment and was eager to get out of serious mode. So she nudged Michelle lightly with her nose and then wriggled her way out of the other girl’s lap. “Come on…we should go shower.”

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She should have made Michelle taken those suppressants before they had hopped into the shower… Now Jocelyn had her head between the other girl’s legs and couldn’t remember how she had gotten there or how long she had been feverishly licking her lover’s soaking wet slit for. It had probably been well over an hour…her jaw was starting to hurt and her tongue was getting tired. But for the life of her, Jocelyn just couldn’t bring herself to pull away from the sweet taste and intoxicating scent that beckoned her. It was only when Michelle clapped her thighs around her head, trying to get her to stop that Jocelyn finally came back to her senses…sort of. Normal Jocelyn would be considerate and listen to her cute girlfriend when she expressed that she was too sensitive to continue…Jocelyn who was a horny wolf who was being affected by her bitch’s heat was just irritated that there was something bothering her in the middle of her meal. She practically snarled, hands shooting up to pry Michelle’s legs back open.

“Keep your damn legs open!” Jocelyn barked out the order and then dove back between Michelle’s legs, tongue immediately lashing at the other girl’s poor, abused clit. Usually Jocelyn would tease, usually she would be gentle and string Michelle along until she was beginning to cum…but right now all she wanted to do was force her girlfriend over the edge over and over again, even if it was starting to become painful for her.

When her stronger lover instinctively tried to close her legs and protect her hypersensitive sex, Jocelyn let out an irritated hiss and then pulled away. “Goddamnit!” Huffing and puffing in annoyance, she quickly rolled off of the bed and stormed over to the closet where a small toy chest that her and Michelle had been building was hidden. She opened up the case and rustled around the few toys they had before settling on the thigh cuffs.

“If you can’t keep your legs spread like a good bitch, then I’m going to put these on to help you.” Jocelyn growled as she rounded on Michelle, grabbing one of her legs and quickly cuffing her thigh to her ankle, then her wrist to that. Then she did the other side, the bindings loose as she hurried to do them, her impatience evident. Usually she was more carefully when she assumed the role of Mistress…domination was new to Jocelyn so she liked to take her time and make sure she did everything right because she did care about Michelle and her comfort. But now with the scent of her lover’s heat clouding her judgment, she could give less of a fuck about her girlfriend’s pussy being a little raw.

“There…much better.” Jocelyn looked very pleased as she surveyed her work: on her bed was a very sexy, very spread open and very vulnerable looking Michelle. She licked her lips, bright eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of her pet. “Now…are you going to close your legs again, slut?” Smack!Smack!Smack!Smack!Smack!Smack! Jocelyn barked, her hand coming down to rain a few quick, light slaps to her pet’s pussy, practically daring the other girl to try to close her legs as she did so.
 
Hearing the words repeated back made Michelle freeze, because really she wasn't expecting anything. She hoped, she would pray if she thought it would help, but she had never expected it to actually happen. While neither of them said love and it wasn't some romantic moment, it was enough for Michelle to realize her and Jocelyn had feelings. It was frightening for what it meant, they were so damn young, but it also made her feel amazing. She was smiling like an idiot before she knew it and she gave Jocelyn a gentle nuzzle. Perhaps they wouldn't be together forever, but for now they were and Michelle couldn't be anything but happy, not with Jocelyn in her life. Sometimes she still couldn't believe how happy she was, or that the amazing girl she had given so much grief had given her a chance... Especially considering how their relationship began. It was ridiculous, but they were never normal under the best of circumstances.

Michelle could tell it was making Jocelyn uneasy, so she nodded at the mention of the shower and stood up, pulling her girlfriend in one more time for a kiss and then slapping her on the ass. "I'm ready to get nice and wet." She threw out the cheesy line, anything to break the tension, and then followed it up with a signature smirk before bouncing off towards the shower. Hopefully a few rounds of orgasms would help them get back in the rhythm, though just a plain shower would have been nice enough... Michelle wasn't sure would smell so scrumptious without her heat masking the night they had. Alcohol, school dance with a bunch fo sweaty teens, their own personal 'exercise time'. Chances were they needed the shower as much as they wanted it. Not that needs ever won out against wants when it came to the two of them, wants always won out in the end.

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Somewhere between washing her hair and getting to her body Michelle had found Jocelyn shoving her against the wall of the large shower, growling and eyeing her like prey. It hadn't been entirely unexpected, but the cold tile against her back and the following hand between her legs had turned Michelle into a moaning mess in seconds. Add on to her needy sounds the intoxicating smell when no clothes and arousal were mixed together and they had barely managed to get clean before Jocelyn was dragging her out of the shower, already one orgasm in and panting like a bitch in heat... Well, at least she didn't have to put on an act. Even though it hadn't truly started she was feeling the desire and Jocelyn had her self-control shattered. It was great at first, by the time she was thrown on the bed she was half way to her second orgasm, biting and fingering slowly stringing her along on the walk between the shower and Jocelyn's room. It was only after about seven orgasms without stopping that things became a bit difficult. Normally Michelle had better willpower, but with the influence of a heat she was a sensitive mess, half the attention would have given her plenty of climaxes, and with Jocelyn paying extra special care she barely had time to think before she felt the pressure of another coming.

It was when they began to hurt and her muscles felt like they were going to cramp that she started reflexively resisting. It wasn't conscious, not entirely, because before she could even say stop her trembling legs were trying to close, interrupted Jocelyn and getting an angry response in return. It left Michelle utterly at a loss. On one hand she wanted desperately to please Jocelyn... Or perhaps Mistress was the right word. They had been venturing in to new areas recently and while it was still unusual, and a bit humiliating, for Michelle to be toyed with in so many ways, she loved it. The young wolf wanted nothing more than to obey and yet her legs didn't agree. She was oversensitive, in pain, her muscles hurt, and she was practically shaking in order to keep her legs from collapsing, and yet they were. Each and every time Jocelyn started licking her legs would close, until eventually Jocelyn became fed up.

Michelle watched as she got up, sighing a breath of relief for a moment as her legs fell weakly onto the bed, only to swallow hard when she noticed where her girlfriend was going. Their toy box. It wasn't the most comprehensive set but they were piecing it together covertly, trying to keep it from being obvious enough that one of Jocelyn's parents found out, but it had a few really sexy things within, some they hadn't even used. At first she expected a paddle, about the most aggressive piece they had at the moment, but that wasn't what Jocelyn had in mind. "Hey! That's not fair." Michelle whined, her adorable face scrunching up as she realized what was about to be done to her. Thigh cuffs... She would be hard pressed to close her legs, and if she did now it would be clear it wasn't reflex but her actively fighting against the binding, which meant punishment, and she was sure Jocelyn could find something worse than the bitter-sweet multiple orgasms torture she was currently enduring.

Michelle didn't fight, even if the thought crossed her mind in the oversensitive state, and instead kept her limbs right where Jocelyn needed them. She was clearly saying 'I'm your bitch, do as you want' in a silent, maybe even reluctant way. What was her reward?! Slaps, each one causing her to yelp and moan like some confused whore trying to decide whether she liked it... Which was exactly what she felt like. She had always enjoyed pain in a strange way and each slap made her cry out but grow noticeably more aroused. "I won't Mistress!" She cried out, body trembling as she looked up with her needy little eyes, chewing on her lip, half tempted to ask for a kiss. Luckily she knew better than to ask or demand something during one of Jocelyn's dominant swings, and instead leaned her head back and closed her eyes, readying herself for more.
 
Her pet was so beautiful like this… looking up at her with needy eyes, her ankles, legs, and thighs all bound together so that every inch of her skin was available to Jocelyn’s view, even her most private places… Mmm Jocelyn could easily see herself doing this for many years to come, and her mind instantly created an image of her tying up an older Michelle, in their own home with their own bed and their own pu- Ugh! Shut up hormones! She shook the image of a pregnant Michelle out of her head as soon as it popped in there. Suppressants. Definitely suppressants after this. If her brain was concocting these desires and fantasies right now, when her girlfriend wasn’t even in her full blown heat, she hated to think of what awful things she would think of when their heats had finally settled in.

“Good girl…” Jocelyn fell back into something easy, something that didn’t require so much emotion: topping. She focused on the here and now, on the burning desire that she felt for the girl that was spread out before her, the girl who trusted her enough to not struggle against her bindings… In this moment she knew, she really knew that she loved Michelle. The fear of going overboard, of hurting her lover because she wouldn’t be able to stop, even if she said her safe word, was not there. Jocelyn knew that she truly cared for her pet, enough that she would do anything that the other girl asked for. But Michelle knew better than to ask, Jocelyn would always cave and then get mad…though the anger would never be directed towards Michelle, it would always be reflected back onto herself for not having the self control that she thought a real Mistress should have.

She let her eyes move down her pet’s body, back to the soaking wet pussy that made her mouth water just looking at it. But for once the sight didn’t inspire hunger, instead it made her own core throb with sympathy. Jocelyn had nearly forgotten that she still had yet to orgasm, that she too was wet and swollen and in desperate need of some attention. “I guess I can give your pussy a little bit of a break…” Jocelyn said as she ran her hands soothingly over the outsides of Michelle’s thighs, then raked her nails down the insides of them. “But you’re going to have to put your mouth to work instead.” With that, she crawled up beside Michelle, stopping briefly to lean down and give the girl a nice, hard bite over her pulse point. She had seen the look in her pet’s eyes earlier, as though she wanted a kiss…and while dominant Jocelyn couldn’t fathom kissing her naughty pet on the mouth, her wolf could figure out that an intimate mark would provide a little reassurance. “Mine.” She murmured softly as she pulled away, very aware that her mother would freak out about the mark when she saw it, but not giving a fuck. It wasn’t like it was permanent! Jocelyn wasn’t that stupid at least…though it was sort of tempting… Soooooo many suppressants later…

Again, she cleared her head and moved to straddle Michelle’s. And again, she forced herself to retreat back into the role of Mistress, to focus on her need and nothing else. She grabbed her pet by the hair, fingers lacing tightly in the still damp strands, and then pulled her up to have her get to work.
 
Jocelyn was never sexier than when she was acting the role of Domme. For an alpha to admit she liked being treated like a submissive beta was humiliating, but every single time Jocelyn got firm with her Michelle would just melt, becoming a much more agreeable woman than any other time. It also made her think more about exhibitionism, a fantasy that hadn't gone away in the least since their fight and subsequent public fucking at the tournament. How amazing it would be to be shown off... Collared and leashed and led around for everyone to see... Marked... What!? Michelle's mind reeled at the thought, her inner wolf quickly being chastised and pushed back down, dampening her arousal a bit but making it a bit easier to think clearly. Marked... Guh, not good, I should take an extra damn dose before I start whining and begging to be bitten. I can already guess how fast Jocelyn would run if I said that out loud. As much as she knew better Michelle couldn't help but wonder how long those thoughts had been in the back of her head, and whether they were really as crazy as she made them out to be.

While Jocelyn seemed to have an easy time of it, letting lust move her to action, Michelle was left with her thoughts, waiting for something stupid to come out of her mouth or for Jocelyn to shut her up. The hope that she didn't ruin everything was even making more sexual torture sound good, another few agonizing orgasms easier to bear than confessing the slight desire to be marked as a mate... Especially with neither one able to say the words 'I love you' yet. Fucking pain in the ass... I need to get it together. Even in her head Michelle was being sarcastic, her inner monologue being full of grumbling and complaining. She almost expected the part of her sensitive to her wolf to talk back, or attempt to shift out of the restraints. Luckily Michelle had superb control over her inner beast, all powerful alphas had to.

Besides, Jocelyn was very good at telling just how much time of inaction was too much. Right as it started to get difficult to wait for something to happen she heard a set of words that made her chew her lip in delight, it was her turn. She eagerly nodded her head, a breathy "Please Mistress" escaping just in time for her gorgeous girlfriend to bite her pulse point, hard. Fireworks, there was no other way to explain the symphony of sensations that single bite set off. The teeth sinking in wasn't just some physical pleasure but it satisfied so many parts of Michelle, and her wolf went mad with desire, making the young submissive moan in delight. Once again she couldn't help but think about Jocelyn being just a bit more forceful and making it official, making Michelle her's. This time however she didn't fight it in her head, the bite had her drunk with lust and every part of her trembled in excitement. "Yours..." She trailed off after saying it, but a few words would have completed her thought, like forever or always. I love her... I love her... I love Jocelyn Marrok. One day she would tell her with confidence just how much.

Jocelyn straddling her was not the time to make romantic proclamations though, well, maybe it was, Jocelyn could be odd like that, still, she set her mind to the task instead. The only problem, the damn thigh cuffs! When Jocelyn rode her face it wasn't exactly dignified but the use of her hands made it easier to position herself. Without the use of her hands things were different, she couldn't pull Jocelyn's down on her she had to lean up and lick, which was somehow a hundred times more humiliating. At least the forcefulness didn't change, she could get over having to test her stamina in the restrained state, as long as Jocelyn had a fist full of her hair... Yeah, she got turned on by the weirdest shit... Being treated like a bitch almost more arousing to her than sexual stimulation. Never admit that, never admit that... Jocelyn will never let you cum again... The young wolf knew better, some things just weren't meant to be said... Like finding the humiliating and rough treatment more exciting than her own pleasure, and that held especially true with the scent of a heat in the air.
 
“Mmm…fuck…right there…” Jocelyn let out a relieved groan as Michelle’s tongue immediately went to work lapping at her sensitive sex. It didn’t take long, as embarrassing as it was, Jocelyn always got so turned on while she went down on Michelle that it never took her long to orgasm when it was her turn. A few knowing licks and she was there, and as her climax washed over her, she let go of her lover’s hair and grasped onto the headboard instead. She immediately lowered herself as Michelle’s head fell back onto the bed, greedily grinding into her pet’s face to ride out the rest of her orgasm, smearing her juices all over the bottom half of her lover’s face.

That single orgasm had done nothing to sate her desire, and as Jocelyn pulled away so that she could check on Michelle and make sure her pet could catch her breath, all she could do was lament that the fact that her arousal had been wasted all over the other girl’s chin and cheeks. Usually she loved this sight, but with a heat clouding her judgment and making her stupid, all she could do was wish that she had came inside of her mate in order to mark her. Gah! Not mate! Girlfriend! Girlfriend you stupid mutt! Jocelyn was in tune enough with her wolf to know what thoughts came from the animal side and what thoughts came from her…and it was interesting enough to feel that her female, bisexual wolf was fancying itself as a male at the moment because all it wanted to do was go get their special toy and drink a potion so that she could make this bitch hers.

“I’ll be right back. Stretch, because you’re going back into these right when I come back.” Jocelyn undid the clasps on Michelle’s bindings, then practically bounced off the bed and sprinted out of the room to go over to Michelle’s where her lover kept the ridiculously large red dildo and one of their harnesses.

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After fucking Michelle into a state that barely constituted as conscious and tiring herself out so badly that her muscles ached and her thighs felt like they were going to fall off, Jocelyn finally stopped. She collapsed ontop of her pet, finally catching her lips in a deep, loving kiss as her hands roamed her body, finding the clasps and quickly releasing them all. “You okay?” Jocelyn murmured as she found her favorite spot to nuzzle at in Michelle’s neck, right where the other girl smelled the sweetest. She knew that she had put her girlfriend through a lot over the last few hours, and so took her time massaging and caressing her sore muscles.
 
Being an alpha meant nothing when Michelle was with Jocelyn, her only desire being to please the gorgeous woman on top of her. The pride and mouthiness that typically defined Michelle was absent, and only obedience and a hunger for more remained. She was so intoxicated by the experience that Jocelyn's aggressive grinding had her moaning into the wet folds of her pussy and practically begging for more, hungrily lapping and devouring the delicious juices as if it were manna from the heavens. Usually that was enough to have her head swimming with desire, but with a heat soon approaching the current act had Michelle drowning in the scent and taste of her girlfriend's juices. She couldn't control herself, all of her willpower going towards not forcibly breaking the restraints to more eagerly devour Jocelyn.

Only when Jocelyn finally stood up and undid her restraints did Michelle's head clear a bit, making her blush deeply when she considered how into she had just been. "Okay..." She murmured, standing up to stretch, though she found out shortly that she had underestimated what was coming next... If she had known the young wolf would have done more than stretch a few times and lay back down on the bed. Then again, perhaps not, the entire time she was alone certain thoughts of mate popped up again and she couldn't keep herself from rolling around a few times like an idiot as she both smiled like an idiot and chastised herself for having such stupid thoughts at such a young age. Expecting to mate before graduating High School was a dumb fucking idea, because if they got to college and Jocelyn found someone else... Well, Michelle wouldn't know what to do, especially since Jocelyn already made it clear what kind of relationship they would have, and what the limits were. She wasn't ready, Michelle knew that, but it didn't do much to stop her thoughts from drifting and a smile from forming on her face. Love was confusing.

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It didn't take long for Jocelyn to come back and help Michelle suppress her thoughts, using her so much that the young alpha didn't have the brain capacity to do anything but lay there. Her entire body was sore and her jaw felt like it could fall off if she moved it too much. There was also the fact that the entire room smelled like sex. Juices and sweat were coating both of their bodies but even then Michelle was so tired she could only lay there with her eyes half closed, so happy to be free of the restraints and to not be having another orgasm. In fact, she was pretty sure she didn't want to cum again for a few days, maybe even longer. That was unlikely with Jocelyn's libido but it would be nice. The only comfort? Jocelyn pressed up against her and nuzzling gently, it was enough to make the past few hours into something incredible instead of a bitter-sweet fuck fest that left her hurting a near equal amount to the pleasure it gave. Damn heat. "I'm fine... But no more, for like... Two days minimum... And suppressants... The moment I can stand." She chuckled, turning to kiss Jocelyn and sending a weak smack to her girlfriend's ass. "Unless I can top, then maybe just a day." She grinned, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Every once in awhile she still liked to top, even if it always ended up with Jocelyn topping from the bottom.

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Michelle wasn't aware of when she fell asleep but it wasn't long after they stopped going at it like rabbits. She also wasn't aware of how long they had slept, but when her phone started going off and wouldn't shut the hell up, well that finally forced her to wake up, looking over at the sleeping Jocelyn on top of her and smiling slightly. Even if she was annoyed beyond belief that someone wouldn't get the fucking clue and call her over and over, Jocelyn was enough to make her smile, and to save whoever it was calling her from an angry, screaming bitch of a Michelle. She carefully moved Jocelyn from on top of her and slid out of bed, grabbing her phone and moving out of the room, wincing slightly with the first few steps as her exhausted body was forced to move, every muscle burning and her naked form covered with marks and signs of their wild night.

It was only when she got out of the room that she answered the phone, a low but clearly displeased, "Who is it?" coming from her mouth. It took a moment but finally someone answered, "It's your father." Michelle froze, her entire body seeming to straighten up, her father... She hadn't heard from him since she left, and she didn't know how to feel upon finally hearing his voice again. When she didn't answer Michael began speaking, his voice sounding sincere as he tried to explain how he was sorry and that they needed to talk. Michelle still didn't know what to say and the entire conversation had her rarely speaking, only listening as a sincere voice she hadn't heard in years came out over the phone. As much as she hated who he had become and what he had done... He was still her father, and she remembered when he was a good person, when she loved him and he loved her. It was a bond that was nearly impossible to sever. By the end she could only weakly answer, her voice trembling as she let out a "Sure..." agreeing to come and speak with him the next day, barely able to stop herself from crying. As tough as Michelle tried to be... The idea that her parents didn't love her was one she had found difficult to deal with.
 
“Two days?!” Jocelyn let out an uncharacteristically pathetic whine in response. Two days sounded like an eternity to her horny wolf. Ugh. Stupid heat! It was making her stupid wolf stupidly beg and stupidly pout all because they would have to wait two days to have sex. They had held out for longer, two days wasn’t supposed to be a big deal! It was sometimes necessary for them to go nearly a week without sex because of all the extracurriculars that Mara loaded them up with in order to limit their free time.

Part of her was disappointed that Michelle would be going on her suppressants once she was able… She smelled soooooo delicious, even her sweat soaked skin tasted exceptionally yummy as Jocelyn nibbled and kissed along her collar bone. The young wolf bit her girlfriend’s neck in retaliation for that smack to her rear, though didn’t have the energy for much more than a warning bite. She seemed happier now though that Michelle conceded to maybe only one day off. Jocelyn didn’t usually like to bottom (and even when she was on the bottom, she could hardly be considered bottoming because she managed to cause so much trouble even in that position) but she would try to submit for Michelle, just because she liked the other girl so much. “Alright…you’ve got a deal.” Jocelyn left the crook of Michelle’s neck long enough to give her a light kiss on the lips to cement the deal: tomorrow her girlfriend would be topping.

With everything taken care of, Jocelyn made herself comfortable atop the taller girl, continuing the task of rubbing Michelle’s body. She made a special effort to rub soothing strokes along her hips and thighs, knowing that those were probably the most sore. She also murmured soft, sweet words about how beautiful Michelle was and what a good pet she had been. It was strange, but sometimes Jocelyn could get a little sappy after a particularly intense scene.

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Jocelyn was far too tired to roll off of Michelle, even in her sleep she managed to stay perfectly still and perched atop the other alpha. The young wolf was totally dead to the world. Cell phones going off were no match for her exhaustion! Even when Michelle moved her, all she did was furrow her brow and let out an unhappy whine before immediately falling back into a deep sleep…one that didn’t last nearly long enough because her dumb wolf became very aware that their mate wasn’t near them. “Michheeellleee….” Jocelyn whined and cracked open an eye to confirm that her lover was nowhere in the room. She whimpered and for a moment was ready to just curl up into a ball and pout until she died before she remembered that she had medicine that would make this stupid neediness go away. So she rolled out of bed, stumbled off to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet. She read the label to make sure that they were hers and not Michelle’s and then popped two, swallowing them dry. She needed to think clearly today, she was a mess, her bedroom was a mess, hell, the whole apartment was a mess…they’d need to clean today or Mara would kill them. She also grabbed a dose for Michelle, then went wandering towards that delicious scent that her body desperately wanted but couldn’t have because she was just soooooo sore and sooooo sleepy still.

“Baby, what’re you doing up?” Michelle was just getting off of her phone and looked pretty upset which made Jocelyn immediately grow concerned. She stepped closer, wrapping an protectively around Michelle as she held out her hand that had two small light blue pills in it. “It is so, so hard to think with you so close to your heat.” Jocelyn leaned up to kiss her girlfriend’s temple lightly. “Take your suppressors and then tell me what’s wrong?”
 
Michelle was torn from the phone call. On one hand she wanted to say it was too late to fix anything and that she had people that actually gave a damn now. Arlann and Mara were incredible, yes even Mara. While the big bad Mara Marrok tried to be a hardass it was clear she had a soft spot that Michelle had managed to wiggle into, enough so that Mara did things out of a strange sense of caring instead of a desire to make the young alphas life hell. Between her and Arlann's much more obvious support, Michelle felt loved, and that wasn't a feeling she had experienced before. Her mother was a complete piece of work, never wanting kids to begin with and only doing it to further her family bloodline, and Michael, well Michael simply became twisted by hatred and jealousy. At some point Michelle had become a tool for his ego, grooming her to show off like a prized possession instead of a beloved daughter. It was pure fate that his plan to parade her around ended at the hands of Jocelyn, the daughter of the women Michael hated the most, and the only girl ridiculous enough to look at Michelle and see someone worth making her's. Yet, all of that somehow fell short, Michael... Was still her father. She didn't have a reason to love him, and she never planned on going back to that house, but never talking to him again made her chest tighten and caused a feeling of sadness to wash over her. She knew she needed to have that talk with him... To make it clear she wouldn't come back but to leave a chance that they could speak again in the future. She couldn't just throw it away without a second thought.

When Michelle heard Jocelyn she shoved the phone in her pocked and leaned into her gorgeous girlfriend, sighing heavily as she did and smiling at how silly the girl could be. "You know, you're giving me a lot of power showing how weak you are to my heat. Maybe one of these days I'll take some revenge for all the spankings and punishments and refuse to let you have me for the entirety of my heat." She teased, knowing full well it was a baseless jest. Not only was she incapable of resisting Jocelyn, especially during a heat, she fucking loved to be spanked and punished. Sometimes she really felt like a slut, but it was Jocelyn's fault so she would push the blame off on her... Yeah, so her fault.

With another smile she craned her head and took the pills from Jocelyn's hand directly with her mouth, a playful grin spreading across her face as she swallowed the suppressants down and then broke from Jocelyn's grasp. She then grabbed Jocelyn's hand and dragged her to the couch, plopping down and pulling her lover with her. "So that phone call I got a minute ago was from my father." Michelle began to give Jocelyn the details about what he was saying and how he sounded. "He said he just wants to talk and I'm hoping that's it, but I know I need to at least go over there and hear him out... I guess I owe him that much. Besides, he's my father, even if I never go back there again I can handle being across from him one more time." She sighed, head tilting back as she stared up at the ceiling. "Am I stupid for thinking that one day I'd like it if my father wasn't a piece of shit and could be happy for me?" Michelle half muttered it, not exactly expecting an answer, but after a moment she looked back down at Jocelyn and leaned over, kissing the girl and thinking Thank you for appearing in my life... You're the reason I'm finally happy.
 
“Like you would even last five minutes of your heat without me.” Jocelyn smirked and kissed Michelle lightly on the tip of her nose. It was cute that her bitch in heat thought that she could play coy. Her smirk turned into a smile as Michelle took her by the hand, though she tried to stop in her tracks before her lover sat down on the couch. “Aw come on…the couch was like the one thing I wasn’t going to have to steam clean today.” Jocelyn frowned as Michelle plopped her naked body ontop of Mara’s favorite couch and then pulled her down into her lap. She couldn’t even really be mad…not when she was snuggled up in Michelle’s lap.

“Your dad?” The news that Michelle had been talking to her father made her a little nervous. Jocelyn didn’t know much about her girlfriend’s dad, just that he had once tried to date her mom and that he was a pretty big douche for disowning his own daughter. From what she had seen, she didn’t think that Michelle should be around her dad…what if he hurt her again? “I guess…it wouldn’t hurt to see him.” Jocelyn ran her fingers through Michelle’s hair and then draped her arms lightly across the other girl’s shoulders. “No, you’re not stupid for thinking that…” Jocelyn could relate to a parent not being happy for her, Mara never seemed pleased with anything she did and had impossibly high standards.

As Michelle pressed her lips to Jocelyn’s, the young wolf’s lips curled into a smile. She gave the other girl a warm hug as their kiss deepened, but made sure to pull away before it could get too sexual. “Mmm…you are so very distracting…” Jocelyn nuzzled at Michelle affectionately. “So when are you going over to your dad’s? Not today, right?” Please not today, please not today. Not only did they have a lot of cleaning up to do, Jocelyn didn’t want to lose any Mara-free time that she could be spending with her girlfriend. Thankfully Michelle wasn’t going anywhere tomorrow, which meant that she had the rest of the day to spend with her favorite pain in the ass.


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“Soooooo….how was your weekend?” Jocelyn was grinning like the cat who ate the canary as Alice showed up to her locker the next day. The pair of friends had fallen into the routine of meeting up at their lockers in the morning and then wandering around the halls until the homeroom bell rang. Today things were different though, well, particularly Alice’s outfit was different; her friend –never- wore scarves, but was now sporting a quite trendy one that matched the school uniform.

“It was nice…” Alice immediately blushed, both from the memory of her weekend with Syri and from being called out on it. ‘Nice’ wasn’t even close to an adequate description of the 48 hours spent with Syri in a romantic cabin on the lake…but she wasn’t really one to kiss and tell.

“So nice that you two are permanently bonded now so you have to wear that scarf to hide it from me?”

“We’re not bonded!” Alice whispered in a panicked voice. Her eyes darted around to see if anyone had noticed, the last thing she wanted was for Jocelyn to inadvertently start such a rumor.

“Oh calm down.” Jocelyn grinned even wider as she got a rise out of a very flustered Alice. “I’m glad that you had such a ‘nice time’, you’ll have to tell me all about it when we’re not in a crowded hallway full of self-absorbed people who aren’t listening to us.”

“So how was –your- weekend with Michelle?” Alice changed the subject.

“Good.” Jocelyn decided to go the vague route.

Alice rolled her eyes. “So good that you’re not going to pretend that you’re not in a committed relationship?” The beta teased.

Now it was Jocelyn’s turn to blush. “Alright, alright, I guess we’re a little serious… only a little though.”

“Yeah, a little.” Alice smirked as she surveyed Jocelyn’s bitten and hickeyed neck. Her friend must –really- like this one…Jocelyn never let her girlfriends mark her in such a way.
 
When the day finally came to go see her father Michelle was regretting waiting. While she loved her time with Jocelyn, and all the kinky things they ended up doing when given any alone time at all, she was also sore as fuck after yet another day of being ravaged. Even with the suppressants her girlfriend had an insatiable lust, as if that faint scent of heat left after the medication was enough of a trigger. Perhaps it was, it never did take much with the two of them. Luckily for Michelle Jocelyn's parents eventually came home, which meant they had to stop to clean up and prepare for Mara's wrath, the magazine getting the both of them into serious trouble. The only saving grace? Arlann, who had apparently spent some time calming Mara down, an endearing pair as always, big bad Mara didn't wear the pants in the relationship at all, a fact that saved Michelle on many occasions.

When she finally got to school Michelle found herself wandering over to Syri's locker, leaning up against it and stopping her friend from doing anything but paying attention to her. Since the falling out with her bitch 'friends' and the beginning of her relationship with Jocelyn, Michelle's only remaining friend was Syri. Thankfully she had become friends with some of Jocelyn's group but Syri was still her oldest friend, and the one she went to when she felt like pouting or talking about something she couldn't talk to Jocelyn about. Like clockwork Syri sighed and flicked Michelle's forehead, getting a cry of surprise as Michelle narrowed her eyes and glared at Syri, only getting a grin back. "I'm guessing you had a fun weekend alone with Jocelyn." Syri knew exactly why Michelle had sought her out, the girl rarely did anything without a personal motive.

"Yeah... It was amazing actually. In fact, we were both kind of starting our heat and... Well, let's just say I'm surprised I'm walking today." She chuckled, nudging Syri without any attempt at all to be gentle. "What about you, finally do something with that cute freaky thing of yours?" If there was one thing Michelle wasn't, it was subtle. Syri didn't mind, she enjoyed that part about Michelle, but it didn't stop her from blushing slightly before answering with confidence. "I'm not giving a pervert like you any details but it was perfect, I wouldn't have changed a thing. The only bad thing was my sister being absolutely crushed that she couldn't join us... So I'm going to have to take her along on the next few dates and make it up to her." Syri sighed, visibly depressed. She just couldn't say no to her sister, and Alice spoiled the child just as much which meant there was no way she would get out of it. Chances were the next few dates would be more catered towards the little pain in her ass as opposed to real dates.

Michelle only grinned, Syri could act disappointed all she wanted, everyone knew she was the first one to spoil her family, especially her sister. "Sounds like we both had a good weekend." Syri nodded but then looked at Michelle seriously, "Did you tell her yet?" Michelle turned her face away and stared at anything but Syri, "No clue what you're talking about you clueless buffoon." A sigh was all Syri could do in response, grabbing her things and pushing Michelle towards her own classroom, "You better tell her how you feel you big idiot, don't miss your chance!" Syri didn't care who heard, nor if Michelle believed her, she just felt it was a shame her big mouthed friend couldn't say the few words she really needed to. Sure she knew about the odd 'we're not a couple' thing the two had, Alice liked to bring up how silly it was and Syri agreed. Both of them were clearly in love.

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Michelle had avoided acknowledging it earlier but she spent a good deal of her day thinking about Jocelyn. She really did love her and she was finally confident it wasn't a hormones thing and contained genuine feelings of affection. That was another lie, she had been sure from the start, basically in love with her from the moment Jocelyn penetrated her smartass, loud-mouthed barrier. As she was leaving school she took her phone and began to text Jocelyn, deciding right there that she was going to tell her girlfriend how she felt the moment she got home. They had been dancing around it long enough, she wanted Jocelyn to know she loved her and she wanted to hear it back damn it! Maybe it would blow up in her face but the chance it wouldn't was enough...

'I won't stay at my dad's place long, hopefully only thirty minutes or an hour. When I get home we should talk.' It was a short message but it said what it needed to, and as she spend off towards her dad's she was doubly excited, one to speak with her dad and clear the air, and the other to finally say 'I love you' to Jocelyn when she got home... If she heard it back that would be amazing.

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“Mmmph… What the fuck…” Michelle found herself slowly waking up to a searing pain in her head, her entire body feeling heavy and difficult to move. Even when she finally managed to sit up her eyes didn’t immediately open, the young wolf fighting her urge to go back to sleep or whine at the pain in her skull. She knew what being drunk felt like and how she could feel after being toyed with by Jocelyn for a bit too long, but neither of those came close to her current discomfort and discombobulation. It was the kind of feeling that started off confusing but quickly became scary, and Michelle didn’t take long to reach the fear, her eyes opening up as she scrambled to get her bearings. A room… Whose room was she in? It didn’t look familiar, not at first, but that was because she hadn’t been inside of it in what seemed like forever… It was her room, at her parents place. What was she doing there? Wasn't she just talking to her father?
 
Now that is was the spring, Jocelyn’s schedule had adjusted so that she had rugby practice right after school everyday. It was a relief to be back into sports: sports meant that she didn’t have to sit through business lessons. Of course she still had to take piano and language lessons that alternated every other day, but those things were fun and she got to take the language ones with Syri. As she walked down to the lockerooms with Alice (who was going to watch Syri practice like some lovestruck puppy), her phone vibrated with a text from Michelle. “’When I get home we should talk…’ Alice, what does it mean?!” This was why Jocelyn didn’t like serious relationships! The words ‘we should talk’ shouldn’t be allowed to be put together in the English language! What had she done?! Why did they need to talk?! They talked all the time, why did a specific appointment for talking need to happen?!

“You know…that you should talk…” Why was –she- getting asked this question? Alice had had a girlfriend for all of six months, by no means did that make her a relationship expert. But she was good with words...the written word, anyways. “In what context did she say that?” When Jocelyn practically shoved the phone an inch from her face, Alice stopped walking and read the small, innocent looking type on the screen. “I guess maybe she thinks she’ll need someone to vent to after talking to her dad. I mean…none of her old friends want to hang out with her now that she has no pack and between me and her little sister, Syri doesn’t get a lot of free time to chat with her about serious stuff. You’re kind of it for her.”

“’Kind of it?’” Jocelyn parroted. She was relieved that it wasn’t serious, but a little annoyed that she was located at the bottom of the barrel when it came to spending time

“Jocelyn, I love you like a sister, but you have the emotional depth of a puddle. I mean, come on, you can’t even admit that you really like the girl who has been staying with you and your parents for three months. And you can’t even use ‘she has nowhere else to stay’ as a defense anymore! Mara gave her all that money for saving you, she doesn’t –need- to stay there, she –wants- to, and you want her to too.” Alice knew she was hitting several nerves and making Jocelyn uncomfortable by forcing her to confront her feelings, so decided to take pity on her friend and ease up a little bit. “Look, Michelle’s probably just going to need an ear to listen to her when she gets back from her dad’s. Just leave practice a little early today so you can be there for her and I’m sure everything will be alright.”

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Jocelyn had taken Alice’s advice and left practice half an hour early so that she could go home and shower and wait for her girlfriend to come home…but Michelle never showed up. Before her Mandarin lesson she texted the other girl [Hey. Coming home soon?]. 45 minutes later she hadn’t gotten a response, which was weird because Michelle always texted her back right away. Maybe her and her dad are still talking… Though Jocelyn couldn’t fathom what anyone would have to talk to their parents about for two hours.

Alright…not going to be the crazy girlfriend. Not going to blow up her phone…

The ‘don’t be a crazy girlfriend plan’ lasted all of half an hour. Jocelyn called Michelle’s phone three times. She sent her 10 texts or so. And the longer her girlfriend didn’t answer, the more dread built up. This didn’t feel right. It was almost three hours after Michelle had said she would be home. If there was one thing her pain in the ass girlfriend was, it was punctual. And by now Michelle should know to tell her when she was going to be late: Mara made the girls text whenever they were going to be late somewhere, citing it as being professional (though professionals were never late and really Mara just worried about where the girls were, especially after the school shooting and Jocelyn’s abduction).

[Hey I’m going to go pick up Michelle from her dad’s] Jocelyn texted her moms before deciding that she was going to swallow her pride, be the crazy girlfriend, and go check on her lover. The longer that she sat here at the apartment, doing nothing, the more restless she felt. Michael had hit Michelle at Parekura for making it clear that she liked Jocelyn and willingly chose to submit to her. What if he did worse if she refused to come home because she rather live with Jocelyn?
 
“Hah, finally woke up huh.” A voice from the corner startled Michelle and she cranked her head to the side, but her reaction was slow and that was as unsettling as who she saw in the corner. “Erik… What the fuck are you doing in my room, just what is going on here.” She didn’t raise her voice, mainly because she felt it would be difficult to rouse that kind of energy, but she was had venom dripping from every syllable. Erik was one of the bastards her father wanted to set her up with, the fucking worst of the lot, and also the most powerful. He was a spoiled asshole who had been much too comfortable trying to get with her when they had been introduced previously. Apparently he was a college pervert who had designs on high school girls, and his sense of entitlement had turned her stomach almost as much as his attention had.

When he snickered and gave her a look like she was an idiot it only made her all the more enraged, but she was soon left stunned. “Your father invited me of course… An offer of you, to me.” He grinned, amused as he watched Michelle’s face turn from anger to complete horror. She had been given… Offered… What?! Maybe before she met Jocelyn she would have expected it, even if she would have beat him to death for even thinking about touching her, but now that she had left home… He… She could barely believe it. “Fat fucking chance. I have someone… Someone I love!” She shouted, saying it out loud for the first time, hoping if her sick fuck of a father was listening he would understand that she had no plans on letting some disgusting rich boy get near her.

No matter how wild Michelle’s imagination or hatred could go she never considered what came next though, to her it wasn’t even an option. To her parents and this piece of garbage it apparently was. “Doesn’t matter, I’m sure you’ve realized something isn’t right. Does your body feel sluggish? Heavy even. I bet it does, and I’m guessing you just realized where I’m going with this… Because Michelle, I’ve been given permission by your father, you are mine and I can do anything I want to make it so…” The look on his face was a full, shit-eating grin, and Michelle’s horrified expression was turning to murderous intent. Seeing the look in Michelle’s eyes his grin only widened, “Don’t worry bitch, you’ll learn to be nice and obedient after I finish training you. You’ll learn…”

With the last disgusting statement he pushed off the wall he had been leaning on and started heading towards the bed, his eyes glossing over her with a burning desire to own her. Mouth and rather weak family aside Michelle was the perfect type of girl. She was smart, sexy as hell, powerful, and she would take some breaking. That last bit was just Erik’s personal preference… A girl that needed to be tamed and put in line, a girl he needed to be forceful with. Every time he thought about shutting her smart mouth he got excited, a feeling that only increased when he was finally looming over the bed, looking down at a panicking Michelle.

“I swear to god you son of a bitch, I’ll kill you!” She cried out, sending a leg flying with great difficulty. While she was drugged, the only conclusion she could come to about her weakness, Michelle still packed quite a punch, and when the leg landed it sent Erik staggering back a few steps. Yet he didn’t get angry or seem concerned, he just smiled wider and made his approach again. “Good, good! I was hoping you would still have a bit of fight. Don’t worry bitch, next time I take you I’ll keep you completely clear headed… Just to see how much fight you have in you… And truly prove who the alpha is and who the bitch is.” As he said those words he launched himself at Michelle, ignoring another glancing blow and quickly straddling on top of her, his hands grabbing hers and pinning them to the bed. “Today however I don’t have time, I’m just here to mark you as mine… And have very brief fun.”

Michelle’s body was so heavy she could hardly sit up or throw a few kicks, much less fight him off. She tried, never stopping as she turned and bucked and did anything she could to maintain some modicum of position. Nothing happened. He was stronger to begin with and adding in drugs made her unable to utilize any technique, she couldn’t even shift! “Oh wow, you really are in your heat… A low dose of pesky suppressants but that doesn’t matter, I can still catch a whiff… Very nice. Maybe if I’m lucky I can really claim you and see if you’ll be good for breeding.”

Erik had no intentions of starting a family, he had ambitions that didn’t include that, but the look of utter fear he saw on her face was exhilarating and he couldn’t help himself. Only after catching a glimpse did he lean his body down and press it against Michelle’s, biting at her ear and whispering gently, his hot breath and soft voice turning her stomach. “I have to say. What I’m most curious about, is whether or not you’re really a lesbian. I bet you’re not, just another whore who’ll moan at anything.” With a laugh he pulled back, only to find Michelle’s forehead slamming into his nose, blood starting to flow as he was forced to release her and regain his balance.

“Fucking bitch!” He screamed, covering his nose with one hand and quickly bringing down the other, slapping across Michelle’s face so hard it hurt his hand. “I fucking dare you to act up again! You belong to be now you dumb whore, I won’t let you misbehave!” He was furious and as he spoke those words he noticed a contemptuous glare from Michelle. This made him snarl and before Michelle could do anything he launched his mouth down, biting as hard as he could into her neck and breaking the skin with ease. It took a split second for Michelle to realize what was happening, and for the first time since she woke up she truly looked in pain. It wasn’t the physical pain but the emotional hit that knocked Michelle off her game even further. She was… He had… Marked… No. No… No!

Instantly her rage exploded and she tried to fight, even her wolf howling and thrashing around inside her, as if fighting against some invisible chains attempting to forever cut it off from the mate it had in its heart. It was no use however, neither she nor her wolf could fight their captors, and when the teeth finally released her she had a look of utter emptiness in her eyes… And they were staring right at Erik. “Don’t be like that Michelle, you’re really mine now, in every possible way… Well, almost every way.” With a sick expression he reached his hands down and started undoing his pants, looking at Michelle with lust, his bite and their proximity making her heat all the more clear. “After today, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t get another mate but me, so be a good girl and just relax, this is the start of a very long life together.” The amount of pleasure he took from the situation was sickening, but by that point Michelle looked lost in herself, not even registering his words as her mind started thinking about the only thing capable of giving her comfort… Jocelyn, and even a soft, “Jocelyn” escaped her lips as she lay there restrained, a few tears starting to escape her eyes.
 
“Seriously? –This- is where she lives?” Jocelyn knew that Michelle’s family was rich, but holy fuck! Their house, mansion really, was an ostentatious display of wealth with a beautiful façade and perfectly manicured lawns.

“Not everyone is as practical with their money as your mothers, Ms. Marrok.” Jeffrey pulled up to the front gate, frowning a little when it didn’t open automatically and even more so when he didn’t see a guard anywhere to let them in. Before he could get out of the car and see if there was an intercom system, Jocelyn was already out and climbing up and over the front gate. “M-Ms. Marrok!”

Jocelyn barely heard her concerned driver. Something didn’t feel right… Her wolf knew that something was wrong. She was up and over the fence in an instant, sprinting up the lawn and towards the house before she even knew what she was doing. She banged on the front door, demanding to be let in, and what greeted her was an armed guard who immediately told her to get off the premises or she would be arrested for trespassing…like she would listen to that at this point. Having the door open had let a scent that was familiar touch her nose…this scent that was familiar and somehow wrong, tainted in a way that caused her to shift and let out a furious roar. She batted away the surprised guard and then took off into the house on all fours, tracking the scent of her mate with a growing sense of dread.

Her presence in the house didn’t go unnoticed for long. Soon there were shouts of more guards, the clamoring of heavy, booted feet, even the sounds of gunfire. One of the bullets clipped her bicep but she didn’t care as she rounded a corner. Her mate…where was her mate?! There was a scent that was Michelle, but it was punctuated by the disgusting scent of an Alpha male. Her heart sank before she even burst through the door that had to be her lover’s room. The sight that greeted her nearly made her drop to her knees and weep. The mark on her neck…the change in her scent…

A miserable whine erupted from her throat as she looked at her beautiful mate who had been claimed by another. Not ours…not ours anymore… Seeing Michelle like this freaked her wolf out so badly that Jocelyn shifted back into her human form. And when she forcibly tried to transform again, she couldn’t! “Fuck, Michelle, baby, I’m right here.” Everything was wrong, Jocelyn’s instincts told her to leave, to leave the claimed creature alone, but her rational mind knew that was insane. Michelle was in a near catatonic state, she was bound, she was missing her pants and shoes, obviously something terrible had happened. Her lover was claimed, but it wasn’t by choice. “Come on, we’re going home.” She quickly unknotted the bindings and then hurried to get Michelle up from the bed.

Of course her plan for escape wasn’t really well thought out, her wolf was being a stupid bitch and not allowing her to shift. Plus there were armed guards who were probably –really- pissed off that Jocelyn had knocked out one of her buddies and had made it this far into the house. They could go out one of the windows of Michelle’s room?

BANG! BANG! BANG! More gunshots, closer now…but these shots were followed by howls of pain and the sounds of bodies falling. Jeffrey was not far behind the sounds of turmoil, pistol drawn and suit covered in blood that Jocelyn couldn’t tell whether it was his own or the guard’s. “Jeff!” Jocelyn let out a relieved sigh. She grabbed a throw blanket Michelle had laying around and put it over her girlfriend so that she was a little more covered.

“Come on girls, we need to hurry. I only killed one so that they knew I meant business, but there are more.” Usually Jeffrey would help a female in need, but judging by Michelle’s condition, he didn’t feel as though his touch would be accepted. So he let Jocelyn cradle Michelle and lead her out back the way they had come, outside, and into the smashed up Town Car that he had used to break the front gate.
 
Michelle's appearance was dreadful and spoke clearly towards what had been done to her in the brief time she had been awake. The bite mark was already enough, being claimed by someone she didn't love or want, but the rest had been just as awful. Her shirt had been ripped, the remnants binding her wrists together, her underwear crudely torn off and tossed away, she had been stripped bare, every part of her exposed. Bruises covered a few places on her body, not just her face, the brutal treatment during her moments of resistance displayed for anyone to see. She could still hear his voice, that smug 'Don't blame me for being cruel, this is the price of disobedience'. There was even some dried blood on her lip where a particularly vicious slap had caused her teeth to cut the delicate flesh. Even after Parakura she had looked better, and certainly more spirited. Michelle couldn't bring herself to speak though, her entire body in pain and her heart crushed. The worst part was the scent, his scent, forced upon her and a continuous reminder of what had happened. Perhaps it didn't make sense, after all plenty of other things had hurt more, but the scent... It made her miss Jocelyn.

Michelle had long since given up, having cried until it hurt after she was left alone in the room, her puffy eyes listless. That didn't change even when the door was bust open and Jocelyn stepped inside. In fact, her chest only tightened and she found her head spinning. Michelle didn't want Jocelyn to see her like this, anyone but Jocelyn. Her body had been tainted, her neck bore the mark of another person, and she could only wail internally that the words 'I love you' were now impossible to say. Who would want spoiled goods. Every fiber of her being wanted to find somewhere to hide, to push Jocelyn away and let out the tears she felt needed to escape, but none of that happened. Jocelyn was so exhausted, so dehydrated, that even speaking and crying seemed like impossible tasks, much less moving. It was all she could do to sit up with her legs pulled to her chest, and staying conscious had been pure willpower. Her fear of him returning was the only reason she managed to persevere.

Only when the words 'we're going home' were uttered did her mind calm somewhat, a warm sensation moving through her as she was brought into Jocelyn's arms. Home, she had a home... With Jocelyn, with Mara and Arlann. These were the only people she could consider family now, the shred of hope for her true parents snuffed out, replaced with a hatred and disgust that was already blossoming inside her body. Once in Jocelyn's arms everything changed, soft sniffling and the sound of sobbing escaping Michelle's mouth, her face pushed into the nape of her girlfriend's neck. She just wanted to leave, she wanted Jocelyn to take her away, but she couldn't talk and barely had the strength to cry. It was at that point Michelle's awareness faded to black, their escape but a blur as Michelle lost consciousness, the willpower keeping her going finally dissipating now that she had been found by the one she loved.
 
“It’s ok, it’s going to be okay…” LIES! LIES LIES LIES!!!!!! Her wolf howled inside of her skull and Jocelyn felt her heart constrict as the pain that her animal felt washed over her. But still, even though it hurt her to see Michelle like this, even though her wolf recoiled from the tainted scent of something that obviously didn’t belong to them any longer, Jocelyn forced herself to murmur ‘it’s going to be okay’ as Michelle buried her face in the crook of her neck. She held the other girl tightly in the back seat of the car, hands rubbing reassuring strokes along Michelle’s side as she felt her girlfriend go limp, probably having fallen asleep.

When Jeffrey had pulled back up to the penthouse, he motioned for Jocelyn to wait a moment before she got out. “Let me speak to your mother first. Give me five minutes before you come up.”

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“YOU DID WHAT TO THE CAR?!?!” CRASH! Mara was furious, probably even more furious because Jeffrey just stood there, the old Alpha looking perfectly calm while she rampaged about the office, flipping chairs. A battering ram! Jeffrey had used one of her sixty five thousand dollar cars as a motherfucking battering ram!

“It was the only way to get your daughter out of Michael’s estate safely.” Jeffrey let Mara throw her tantrum, not even flinching when she had thrown a chair at him and had narrowly missed. He had worked for the Marroks for a long time, had been the driver for Mara’s father, actually, and right now the resemblance in temperment was uncanny. Thankfully Mara behaved the same way as her father had: throw a tantrum, then become perfectly rational when there was nothing left to throw. He hoped to absorb all of her anger right now, that way Mara wouldn’t accidentally direct any of it at the girls who had been through enough already. “There was an incident with Ms. Michelle…”

“What kind of incident.” Mara’s voice was low, her eyes narrowed, as though one more piece of bad news was liable to send her off the deep end.

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Jocelyn could hear her mother tearing apart her home office as she snuck Michelle into her bedroom. Her lover was out cold, probably exhausted from crying and from what had happened to her. Jocelyn put her in some pajamas so that she didn’t wake up naked, then went to her own room to grab one of her own blankets to give to Michelle, to give her something that smelled like her to hopefully comfort her. Jocelyn herself didn’t stay, she couldn’t stay… She knew she should, that she should be there when Michelle woke up, but her wolf was in such conflict with her rational mind that she couldn’t bring herself to lay down next to her girlfriend. Hopefully everything will be fine later…when she wakes up she’ll watch the stench of that scumbag off her and then everything will be okay…

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“What do you want to do about this?” Mara’s voice was soft as she approached her daughter who laid curled up on her bed.

“I want to kill whoever has done this to her.” Jocelyn croaked out.

Mara pursed her lips as she surveyed her daughter. Jocelyn had tried her best to remove signs of crying, but her eyes were still puffy and her voice was hoarse…plus Mara had heard her sobbing through the closed door earlier. “I’m sorry pup…”

“No you’re not. You’re probably glad that Michelle is claimed by someone else. Now she’s not your problem anymore.”

Mara had to actually bite her tongue to keep harsh words from coming out. She knew Jocelyn was angry, something very important had been taken away from her…and taken away in such a barbaric, cruel manner. And even though Michelle was here, even though she was right down the hall, she was never going to be truly Jocelyn’s ever again; a mating bite changed the biochemistry of a wolf. While her daughter may be in love with Michelle mentally, chemically, she wasn’t going be able to experience the same feelings of attraction or lust ever again. “I…probably deserve that statement.” Mara sighed. “But that’s not how I feel, not at all. I don’t wish a forced mating on anyone. And Michelle is part of this family now…as your mother says…and I will concede to her being a member of this pack.”

At the mention of their pack, the young wolf broke down. “My wolf doesn’t want her anymore.” Jocelyn choked on the last word and then began to sob. This was what hurt her so much…she had been in love, she knew that now. She had been so completely and totally head over heels for Michelle even though she hadn’t wanted to admit it. And now Michelle wasn’t hers, couldn’t be hers.

“Shhh pup…it’ll be okay.” Guh, Mara always hated it when Jocelyn cried. Arlann was so much better at this part of parenting than she was. But she still tried to be a good mom, still scooped up her daughter, holding her close and rubbing her back as she bawled. “We’ll fix this…your mother and I will fix this…”
 
Michelle wasn't sure when she had woken up but when she looked towards the window she understood that it hadn't been long. The short amount of time made all the difference in the world though, being back in the Marrok home with clothing on was more comforting than anything else, it made her feel safe. Still, feeling safe didn't do much to satisfy her worries, her entire mind in chaos as images from the horrific moment flashed through her brain. Instantly she felt a chill run up her spine and she flinched, just remembering it causing her to jump. Never before in her life had Michelle experienced something so horrible, every ounce of power and freedom robbed from her. If that had been it she could have tried to smile, tried to get out of bed and find Jocelyn to receive some degree of comfort, but her hand slowly reached up and touched the deep bite mark in her neck. As her fingers brushed the indentations her eyes began to tear up, her throat choking up as she remember, someone had claimed her, some fucking man had stolen her away from Jocelyn. Everything had fallen apart in one fell swoop, and as much as Michelle hated to think it, she knew what being mated meant.

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Arlann had heard the news from Mara, who had called her with a tone that instantly made the mage stiffen up. At first she thought Jocelyn and Michelle had done something stupid or it was about Lykos, but when she heard what actually happened she went from worried to furious. It wasn't often Arlann became truly angry, but the few times she did turned into huge scenes... And someone messing with a girl she thought of like a daughter... She couldn't keep her calm. If she hadn't been in a public place Arlann would have unleashed hell, but even with the restraint of not wanting to hurt random people, her hands were flickering with a scary purple aura. The usually calm look in Arlann's eyes had become firm and cold, and she instantly headed towards her car and back home. The moment she saw the two girls and settled everything down someone was going to fucking pay. Even if Arlann had to bring the entire city down she was going to destroy whoever touched Michelle. Some people might think it was Mara who was scary and unreasonable, but those who truly knew the couple would be quite clear who the more unreasonable one really was. Mara was hot headed sure, but Arlann was scary.

Of course when she walked in the door and noticed Jocelyn's state of misery she instantly went soft, her family the only ones who could make her that way. "Oh sweetie..." Her voice was soft as she went over to the couch and wrapped her arms around her daughter, loving nuzzling at her and stroking her head. "Don't worry baby, I'll fix it, I swear I'll fix it, no matter how long it takes. I'll borrow a lab from your mom and work until I figure it out!" She said, looking up at Mara with a 'don't even think about complaining' glare. She continued to hold Jocelyn and comfort her but seeing her upset child she only grew more upset, a low growl echoing in her throat, "And I'll fucking end whoever it was that touched her as well." She didn't hide the intent or play it off, Arlann was furious. She had always known Michael was a piece of shit, but doing this to his own daughter was worse than anything he had ever done before. Whatever bit of courtesy she had once given him was gone, she was going to ruin the son of a bitch.

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After some time comforting her daughter she stood up, patting Jocelyn's head, and then went towards Michelle's room, opening the door slowly and walking inside. Michelle was awake, sitting up, but she looked dreadful. The moment Arlann saw the girl her heart broke... Michelle was practically her child now. Not the same way as Jocelyn, but there was a place for Michelle, as if her and Jocelyn were already mates. Seeing the bruises was enough but upon seeing the bite mark her eyes popped open, Michelle was clawing at it in the silence of the room, blood trickling down her neck as she let her nails scrap across the marred skin again and again. "Michelle! Honey stop it!" She cried out, rushing over to the bed and hugging the girl, not grabbing her hand and forcing her to stop but keeping her from doing it by embracing her. "Mara! Turn on the damn shower and get me some bandages!" She shouted, holding Michelle even tighter as the girl began to sob. "It's okay honey, it's okay, you're going to be fine, you'll always be okay here, this is your home." She began to speak fast, her heart constricting at the sight of Michelle clawing away at the permanent bite mark. The mage was now more determined than ever to find a way to get rid of the stupid mark, to find a way to eliminate the whole fucking mate thing... To give her daughter and Michelle a chance denied to them by stupid wolf bullshit... And to fucking crush whoever did this to her.
 
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